POG

Wiggle worm
Waddle walk
Wander whale
Into a sand pail
Orange
Part of the castle
Washed by a wave hastle
Twas a fast pull
Back flat

(then in a trice)

An oyster spat
At the worm
Who wouldn’t wiggle no more
Who couldn’t waddle walk
for
The wandering whale
She
Got lost in the pale
In the castle frail
And water wind gale

POG

Lover, call me
on a payphone
on a Monday
afternoon
under rainshine
moonshine

darling, dear
you want to be near?

my lips, smiling

head tilted
two touching tulips
wilted
kisseding

POG/2

POG/3

flying flirting butterfly wings
wandering wistfully within wisteria willows
elucidating elan in Elysium
enamored by ebullient eternal creation

capacious joy in hopeful promise
sprouting love life love life
whispering water, a cool cataract crackles open
an interstice of auspicious acme
for tinkling, blinking and winking wings
to whisper, flirt in the extant exuberance

blooming bursts ... yellow ! blue ! green !
from the terra firma forms a sotto voce
sacrosanct, and subtly stentorian
subtly sundering stygian surfeit
-- a mighty light, luculent moment:
an interstice interpolated by keen kisment

O Soul limn a conspectus
of this laudable lachrymose land
a copacetic conflation
a cloud's caesura radiating rays
an opening of earth, lips open, asking for fresh filling favonian favor

O soul, o daedal providence !
arising air lighter in the sun ray rhythm a cascading cataract
nascent and yet cresting, growing, glowing CREATION!
exudes from every moment
a terra transmogrified, transcended into cool chimerical canoroous canoodles
life a leitmotif, laughing
insouciant ineractions and reactions

a catalyst, cloud carried, creating concupiscence

an apogee of agape

Prose of Gorley/1

Golf is stupid
Anxiety is hell-- stygian is anxiety
Unrequited love bites a chunk out of my heart
PLanes' white streams make kites self-conscious
Racism, sexism, phobias, violence, injustice
(i see it) shrivel-dying, dead, dead
Breath
Long hair streams
Women are beautiful
Equal opportunity loving, today-tomorrow, always
Realism can stem from the roots of ideas, ideals
Ameican values need to be shaken like moracos, rattled like riddles
Screaming, running exertion, expression remains
not only necessary but salubrious
Man made things always require repair, update
Nature lasts, self heals
Survival over competition
Singing, dancing, art-ing engenders loveing
Use both brains
Have a life yur heart beats for
Technology skewed like an ill screwed screw
throwing up over putrid placement
Long distance friendships, families, lovers ... aghh-aches
hurts like seething sunburn
Self examination... crucial
Mindfulness ! Mindfulness ! Mindfulness !
Loneliness feels like an old toy dropped for a new one
Human beings humble, repsect, seek to understand and
if possible, (please) love yurself, ourselves, one anothr
Appreciate salud (well being-health)
Watch less t.v.
Drink more water, not in bottles... and less
bubbly, spike bevruhgiz (duh, dump da fizz)
Walk more
Listen truer
Be real and take it easy
Persersevere, Persevere ! with courage, joy, humility, and wisdom
Care for yourself
Remember non attachment when you feel like yur half of a shell's
clamped down on some thing/one other half of a shell
Let the way the sun makes diamonds on the water
imbue yur heart, mind, soul
Creativity always respires, never expires
Insert vibrancy and truth into life, like a daily vitamin (mom's minding), shower (boyfriends biding)
or... walk (well by-ing)
Think critically, ask questions... why? whenwherewhowhatwhywhywhyhow!?
Smile, at a tree, with a tree... in the moment
Do less
Liberate yur life-- walk barefoot, take a day off, live beyond yurself
Discover relentlessly
Open pockets, doors, windows, souls
Energy buzzes
Renewal, revolution, revving, motion
Constant cacophonous, changing commotion

Poetry

What i Meant to Say...

i will not be assuaged, assualted
fallin an' falted
apprehensive, achin an' awry, wearily wiltin waste
dont think bout throwin mea'way
coverin me up with gray paste

i have been so deplorable, so sore
no mas, no mas, no more-
i now trek an' implore

the me in life, the life in me

i be me

standing close eyed lids over open eye balls imbibing eternal intricate existence
salubrious ! salutating !
sunshine rays on face
savvy: lips smile
bones, body, blood happy
(im) like (my) brown hair blowing with breeze
wispy lightly

so so so lately,
wound up wire
with vines vexing vituprously in mire
of a patriarchal world saluting to 'sire'
feel like mush all moshed around jumpin to no sound
just heart beat pound pound
pound. slam bam. rammin like rowers
didnt you know her
head too hot, steamed her ahead
kept her up late rather than sleepin in bed
Red mad Red love Red salsa
hot fresh tomato spice dicin up life
breakin apart pieces already broken
turnin broken bricks into token tricks
for sale like lemonade
saturday's garage sale ceramic whales
whalin, balin out blues from big mouth bellows
to all the fellows feelin cacophanous cavils
anwers,: worlds been doin nothin reply
to question: whats up world?

back of the classroom, clamoring contestation "i know ! i know !"
hand sprouting with definitive determination
no, no, the former contestation was a foul, false formation
a vestige
a verdad reveals: nothins up for the world
a sordid sinking, swirling whirlpool washing
faces places traces and graces drastically irevocably down
wondering, wandering wad of hell and heaven wonder
assuaged, assualted, at fault for fictional blunder

so so so wired into mire no no no
answering a fervent desire to rise-inspire

reclamation
-- RECLAIM who YOU are.
(reclaiming who I am)

fight the false phonie fictional
battle staring idly squashed by proposterous prattle
whale's whalin right with: a cacophonous cavil
world yields to nothin but: unravel
mode, oh no... hit the stop bottom NOW
erosion, explosion, one giant waste mass of smelly ass
bubbling up dead grass (brown) and lake bass
bellowing from bowels of Big Foot and TRex's sand
land, Mickeys small world afterall
the whole thing in His hands

here I am running down every street, hallway, trial, village
perspicacity, perseverence, pissed off privilege
where who when why whats the plan
gotta wanna havta understand
the whales, rocks, worlds rammin and bangin
trees knocked and sliced to aid surfeit
...for coal, homes, bridges, books, paper (guilt)
a monsoon of madness
maunders in my mind-- a blind
bearded white man (eck, why?) in
a robe, a magician? a wizard?
from Oz or Ontario
whats the dealio
the point's dilatory like
a slow death, on Easter-- shit, one year. fuck.
observe obscenities wonder insanities
incessant, insouciant inklings, stretchings so unsoothing
barely fill the space
the crossword blocks with brilliance
never get anywhere without the next days answers
which when arrived
throwya back to yesterdays uncertaintys curse

and what am i sayin, standin needin interpretin
the lunacy so as not to perceive piracy
so as to... jump outta my quilted quagmire
jiggle the locked rusty door knob
jimmy the keys unlocking the secret of being
to carve the stamp, open the ink, one two three four
ready to label you, me, some more
check off the last, midd, first of yur chores
im no toilet to clean
no clothes to put in a washin machine
no friend to apologize for bein mean
to, no plane to book to catmandu
no, i'll tell you the answer to the riddle i know
the right way to sew out of the quagmire status quo
then, crossurhertanhopetonot die once you know

open eye ball livin
constantly givin
your face to the mase feel the zing sting ring
sound of th ebell wishin you could escape this hell
LIFE-- raw, bleeding blasphemous minutia
is eye open, eye balls wide so white
want to touch
with the end of a paint brush
capture the ululating rush
always always shhh'd up in a hush
STOP LYING. START CRYING.
pick your nose
prick your finger on a thorny rose
to kno you bleed if you have to
to know yor alive
if you must prove the marrow, mind, muscles and
mess
you, you the only, the best path you have to ride
not one blink, breath, being to hide
ride. decide. chide and choose this life is
yours to hold, not to lose
breathe thru yur nose sniffle if you must
aware of past, future, present or else it'll be a bust
never carved, shaped, shared, did or dared
this moment not the end another hill, stream, around the bend
let life in, open gates of your guarded giant glorious
castle
be a rascal
rebel against complacent, monotonous tradition
notice the rocks and their fissions
have nothing but 'being' yor mission
gladly, humbly wash the dishes
swallow hard, dont damp dry yur armpit sweat
get grass as you
roll down the hill, love deep, true
and perhaps what will lead to
laughter in lands, plans... receptive likeopen glands
eye balls engaged in life
yes yes yes yes yes
engaged benevolence, malevolence
no no no but yes
eye balls open white sockets touched, paint brush
pciture of mutilation (NO more), violent sensation
no MORE horror knockin bangin in the drawer
(if you, alive with it) open it read it feel it bleed it
dont bow or disavow, decide it
be part in confiding the cacophany
terrorizing the terra
to you me cher, and yogi berra
oprah and the soap-a washing the dirt and
grime after a sweaty sordid day time
trek searchin for the malevolence you hadnt felt yet
in your drawer something
never held, worn, shown before
an assailing allure
aching breaking taking good and slaking it with
splintered wood pieces sticking into
your wrinkled forhead creases
walking around needing a new lease on life
agghhh the strife
carve the splinters out with a knife
see the scars subtly sore
world in an absolutely zoo-ish caged uproar
peeled bak raw, oozing out the jaw

billowing sails blundering over braille
system back to sqaure one
hurry come here, the worlds almost undone
Haiti a hell dump pot rank in dictatorial doom-ruin
wrecking ball US out heckling at the gates
of life-- jesting in the face of grief
here, here, hear words: iraqoccupation, palestinegazawestbankisreal, darfur, kenya, americancities, elsalvador
on and on, more and more

my life, (yours), an open door
cogitate, consider compassionate implore
ing, denotes a process in the moment
accepting the dingbats, dangers, goofheads, guidos, open guts and demon dents
ladies and gents
jambo
bonswa
nee hao
kumbya, salaam,
sianoranever

always hello
always eye balls open
door ajar
's as hard as heaving anvils far
going by King's ark
set yur feet and mak yor mark
light, fan, shineshare yor spark
in the cool, damp tortured corner dark
singing canourously, lucidly: an illuminating lark
both hands placed on breathing tree bark

swim when at the sea
or feel free to let it be
to sit and see, sunrays imbue you resolutely
as cloud grays gather disulliosonley
honesty

to celebrate myself (thanks Walt)
fingernails, hair, heart beat, sweating arm pits, two feet gets
every word, picture, value, belief
every moment momentum moving
love real as sunshine
leaves's susurrous, water garrulous
life-- pealing back its ring
biting into juicy sweet orange find

be
beating
majestic simple beauty
wrenching sad beauty

imbing, searching, inviting

me into my life
the whale, the war, the world
as it unravels i race to the split root origin
mother earth moon star virgin
the riddle is the answer sayeth plenary providence
heart, eyes, palms, paths open hence
for life to be given any chence

stop the charade
pink ponies prance in a phony parade
search, uncover Truth, a once vestige
mind steadfast and resolute
to spin the wheel of myriad metaphors meant to elucid
-ate extant, my, your existence
must have us some substance
when yor all you got
you got alot
sit in the spot connec the dots
connect you to you
how youfeel, live, break, take give
your part in the room-- rocking, digesting
listening, open eye balling
world unraveling in a pulled out drawer
decide, decide... the life in you
the you in life
cannot be considered trife

epilogue:
not sure what it all means
take it for how what where when
it seams
pocket to pants
stuch in a trance
entreat you to step on yor feet
walk thru sun,snow,sleet

let you meet you- the life in you
you in life
in all the itty bitty pieces
in all the tremendous tapestries
of moment
of vida, vie-eternal be,

and i BE

Poetry/5 ?

What is the purpose of today?

I am on the verge of exploding. Imploding. Collapsing.
In the search of me
This being who breathes, eats, needs, reaches
Likes chocolate and sugar
Sweat and good runs
Likes women, lips, eyes, compassion

Aches, breaks, seeks while
Putting on the same deodorant for weeks
Making goals, planning and forgetting
Losing interest, renewed, turned off, turned onnn

Dark chocolate, lemon sorbet
Memories of childhood
Structure, soccer, heterosexual spinning world
Open fridge
Swinging around lazy susan
One
More
Time

Depressed like a flat bike tire
No where to go
Out of shape, out of steam
Out of luck
Out of the (closet)?
Only to a few
In denial
In a funky sad space

Wondering
Could you
Be … my mother? No my friend, lover,
Media naranja
Like him, like her, I, we love, love life
In its stretching
Aching, beating like drums
Burning like candles
Blazing like stoners
Baking like bread
Active like yeast
Proud like thunder
Humble and present like mice
Yeah we’ll throw the dice
For a roll
A shamrock and roll
All the way up up up to the golden gates
With more sun and bounce than California
More sweet than Sweden
More run than Iran more rocks than Iraq
And that last line was stupid
Almost peculiarly putrid
And the ring rang rag renders a rusty rhyme
Like a wagon wheel
Squeaky squawking for grease
And its not
Coming
Off

And the beat duh duh duh duh duh duh
Goes on
Like this lonely ole feeling
Cant shake it
Cant bake it
Cant fake it
I just can’t do it Simon
Cause Cecilia’s still breakin my heart
And the bridge over troubled water’s
Joined London and’s fallen down down down
And im bum dumpty like Humpty
But a rainbow humpty that’s seen life
And broken like a mosaic tile texture
Into a million little pieces
Sand grains
NYC new years confetti
Rain drops
Blood cells

I want to leave
Screaming
Running
Frolicking in fields
With sunshine and wild flowers
Not tripping I swear, I promise, I cross my heart
And don’t hope to die
For life is and can be good
But what is this awful monotonous day
Of drinking and living so
Surface shallow
Give me depth or give me death
I LOVE YOU
People, neighbor, friend
I LOVE You
Why can and do we not make, take, break time
Into bigger pieces
For one another
Why blame
Why cut out
Stomp on
Angry eye
Mistreat, don’t treat
Abuse, neglect
Blah blah blah bad bad bad
To people people people
And in my heart
Within my being
My breathing
This beating beating soul
Is the capacity to COME ALIVE
To be ALIVE
To breathe deeply
To be sunshine
To be rain
To sink roots like a tree, make friends with worms and soil
And yet
I’m parched, I’m lonely
Wanting wanting wanting more
Depth, not shallow surface superficial suffocating unsubstantial surfeit

Take it away
Remove it from sight
Bring a new canvas
A new palate
This spark is lit
The wick shortens
Flame finds oxygen, burns brighter
Deeper, deeper, deeper
Out of the darkness
Into the sun
With the fields, friends, flowers, the real life of truth, beauty, justice, movement, change
Of DECISION of meaning
What is the purpose of today
What is/was today’s purpose? Meaning? Value?
What have I been taught, what did I teach
What did I say too softly, too brashly or not say at all?
Where and when was I present? Intentional

Not aching, breaking, tearing my teeth out of
My gums
Bleeding
Belly aching, headaching from hunger
Running shorts flying up
And looking, for you
For a friend
For love
For a kind smile, for lips, a warm body
To laugh and hold
To read and be bold with
In a new way

The zanmis call it
Equal opportunity loving
And yes, I have signed on the line
This line of life
Love
Agape
And and and

Today has taught me to love
The purpose of today: to love

Life writing-poetry

The only beauty real in me now
shines from capacious clinquants
coo, coo and chatter, flirting from (my) extolling flatter

the moment where beam meets surface, hot and cold, paradox
beholding the interstice as it gleams, echoes, whispers, encaptures....


I, eye, behold diamonds in this moment

traffic travels. a sweet winter sussurous checks the clock, debates how long it will stay (cooling st. louis)

I, eye, behold diamonds in this moment

i let down the bucket, into the wellspring of
my soul
a wondrous world waltzes, wilts, wades, warns of collision

i, eye, behold diamonds in this moment

a diamond, a rock. sharp. treasure
effervescent and eternal

i, eye, behold, diamonds in this moment

i, eye, behold, but never hold such treasure, like the moment, wind, sun ray on water sparkle

ooh, ah, gone-- over, becoming, turning, over
made audible: tinkling high piano keys
or laughter, a bubbling creek, falling, feeling familiar soft stones

i, eye behold diamonds

di. meaning
more than one, split, intricate, fragmented, searching desperately

this moment: no more than tinkling, searching, flirting, bursting, hiding, resurface-flecting diamonds

enlightenment (quizas)
life: undulating lake waves unfathomable

beneath the chimerical glory of light, you, me, the us, the undulating pain and pleasure makes no sense
no categorizable, cognizant calculation

i, eye behold diamonds, in this moment


(and, too) the lapping sound of lunging lake water on stones
vicissitudes. interstice. stitching together pieces... frayed, chipped
(and,) facets, fascinated fully enraptured by

eternal (evolution) all of all
cosmos to caterpillar

water and sun diamond spiritual science
no, rather it is not either spiritual or science
simply the now
painful beautiful interconnectedness
-meaning, filling, holding (my) life, eyes transfixed


miasma uplifted
-- suffering stammers, screams
-- joy jumps, jests

i breathe. i hold this moment

a mosaic masterpiece behind me

vibrant, verdant

....the only action meant for this moment asks quietly for my life to be open

open as the eye beholds sun miracle upon the water (dull and cold)

dull and cold
hot and melting

--the waving, warned moments of collision
struggle for air, life beyond strife
the diamonds
another side of the facet
not so peeled back raw
but a living call
echoing like waves, like wind, like diamonds


i, eye behold diamonds

gleaming glory
flirty flurry
hasty turnover, indecisive
individually, collectively
as diamonds are one, two, one hundred, one thousand and beyond

understanding elements: sun and water
under extancy, from, because of experiences

mosaic of my life thus far



here,
a tear for humility
smiling with hope
a mandate for humanity
returning to dignity

here,
a bridge to stand under, to cross and meet
the way sun meets water

transmogrifying dull and cold into
genuine, ebullient, bubbling, humble, radiating treasure in the blink of an eye, a moment


i, eye behold the diamonds of this moment